I decided to continue this story but not in the traditional way. It will be a series of drabbles. For example in one story they may be married, or married with children, not with children, how they first met, little things happening in the office, the plane, the elevator, the parking lot, not married, dating, and yes, having sex…..More like a collage of their life together. I know it is lazy. Its easier for me because I can make little skits without all the introduction mishagus (I don't know how to spell that if someone can tell me I will change it.) I would love for some suggestions as well.

Obviously the rating will have to change as the writing becomes more provocative. It will also not be restricted to one genre. I will keep the two I have placed: General/Family because it will mainly revolve around those two.

Here Is a little one I thought up while watching the dvds.

A Bulb, Laced Hem Lines, a Dream and Babies

It all started because of a light bulb

"This is terrific," sighed Penelope. "I am a computer specialist who works for the FBI and I can't screw in a damn light bulb." She was standing on her desk in red stilettos, a pink florescent pen in her mouth, her bangles jingling with each turn of the globe.

Luckily her computers were not affected by the temporary power outage. They had a back up system, but the lights in her office, was not so lucky. A lot of people had called for assistance from the Quantico security guards. So poor Penelope had to fend for herself (she was the supreme tech after all…..which only added to her humiliation.)

She felt hot from her over exertion and took off her cardigan revealing a dark purple corset with short sleeves and a matching silk skirt. She realized the skirt was a bit short this morning when she tried it on so she wore a white under-skirt to compensate. Under-skirts were her favorite clothing items. Women just didn't wear under-skirts anymore. She didn't understand why. It was so sexy especially if it was cleverly hidden under the top skirt.

She loved the lace trimming on the hem. She wore her favorite green satin bra to match. Penny didn't believe in color matching, but she believed in each part of her body to be clothed in sexiness. If her hips and legs felt sexy, why shouldn't her breast (which was her most admired asset, miss out on all the fun.)

She just sincerely hoped that no one would walk into her work station right now, because her skirt was about to flip into a tube top.

"Hey Garcia"

"CRAP." cried Penny

The young genius Spencer Reid had just walked into her room.

His eyes traveled up the length of the room. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

Garcia snapped down her arms from the ceiling and whirled around to look at Reid.

The adorable pup was holding a coffee in one hand and was leaning against a filling cabinet (yes there is a filling cabinet in a room full of computers.) The pup also had a grin from ear to ear.

"Having trouble Garcia?"

"My Reidness what are you doing here?" She asked him stepping off the desk and casually running a hand down her skirt.

Reid pushed himself off the cabinet placed his coffee on top of it and moved towards Garcia.

She gulped. She had not realized how tall her pup was, until he was standing right in front of her. He stretched out his hand, placed them just below her hips and gently pulled up her skirt.

Garcia stopped breathing.

Penny woke up with a start. She rubbed her eyes and turned around to look at her alarm clock.

3.00am.

She smiled to herself this was the 3rd night in a row she dreamt about conceiving her twins, Mabel and Linda. She turned around and kissed her adorable pup of a husband on the shoulder.

He didn't even stir. He was out like a light.

Fin